What began as a hump
Has now grown to a bump–
A prodigious protrusion
With a single conclusion.
The mysterious movements
Can lead to amusement–
When the bump begins jiggling
The kids all start giggling.
I confess to some feeling
That the thing most appealing
About this endeavor:
It won’t last forever.
The time is approaching
As the bump keeps encroaching
When bending and tying
my shoes won’t be trying.
And certain activities
Which now are not done with ease
Will soon cause no more stress
Or lead to duress
The doing of laundry
Will cause me no quandary
And this extra stuffing
Will cause no more puffing
I’ll traverse the staircase
At my usual fair pace
Instead of a slow crawl
Or deciding to not at all.
My bathroom excursions
Will be daily diversions
Of no more than 2 or 3
Instead of incessantly.
And my internal pieces
Which are now full of creases
From finding no space within
Will fall into place again.
They say it’s not far away
That magical natal day
But I’m prone to disagree—
It seems all too far to me.
So bump, please be circumspect
I mean no great disrespect
But just so we’re very clear:
My sanity’s slipping here.
Your stay in my abdomen
Is coming now to an end—
9 months is a weary wait
Oh bump, be not late!
Happy once more I’ll be
To view my feet easily
But happiest to see you, dear,
Residing in this bump so near.
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praying lots and lots for you and bump.
